But Galahad puts the towel around his shoulders and his arms around Claudius' waist and holds him again tightly. Since the day he washed Claudius after the walking corpses, the idea of being naked in front of him has been less terrifying -- it's slowly stopped feeling like Claudius seeing his body is dangerous or shameful. They live together. They sleep beside one another -- they sleep in each other's arms. Claudius understands him.
And he wants Claudius to look at him, in a way he doesn't want anyone else to. He wants to be seen. He wants to be desired. He wants Claudius to desire him.
He lets his body, naked, settle against Claudius' in his carefully chosen clothes, and his head rest on Claudius' shoulder, and he stays there for a long moment, no space between them, only warmth.
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Date: 2023-12-25 04:15 am (UTC)And he wants Claudius to look at him, in a way he doesn't want anyone else to. He wants to be seen. He wants to be desired. He wants Claudius to desire him.
He lets his body, naked, settle against Claudius' in his carefully chosen clothes, and his head rest on Claudius' shoulder, and he stays there for a long moment, no space between them, only warmth.